They are spoilin', an' I'm goin' to make 'em into sauce.
You tell him to set right down and go to work on 'em; he can get 'em done by the time I get home, an' I can make the sauce this afternoon.
You set here an' take your medicine an' learn your catechism.

You can study over the Commandments, too; you ain't got 'em any too well.

Do you hear ?" "Yes, ma'am," said Ephraim.

He looked away from his mother as he spoke, and his panting breath clouded the clear space on the frosty window-pane.

He sat beside the window in the rocking-chair.
"Mind you tell your father about them apples," repeated his mother as she went out.
"Yes, ma'am," said Ephraim.